Anyhow, back she pranced to Wilton in that gown an' for a
year or more, whenever there was a church fair, or a meetin' of the
Eastern Star, or a funeral, you'd be certain of seein' Minnie Coffin
there in her black satin. There wasn't a lay-out in town could touch
it, an' by an' by it got so that it set the mark on every gatherin'
that was held, those where Minnie's satin didn't appear bein' rated as
of no account." Celestina paused, and her mouth took an upward curve,
as if some pleasant reverie engrossed her. "But after a while," she
presently went on, "there came an upheaval in the styles; sleeves got
smaller, an' skirts began to be nipped in. Minnie's dress warn't wore
a particle but it looked as out-of-date as Joseph's coat would look on
Willie. The women sorter nudged one another an' said that now Mis'
Bartley Coffin would have to step down a peg an' stop bein' leader of
the fashions."
Celestina ceased rocking and leaned forward impressively.
"But did she?" declaimed she with oratorical eloquence. "Did she? Not
a bit of it.
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